Category: love

In Israel, it’s like the desert mountain air swept me up in its sweetness, and I disengaged from everything I know back home. And so now I’m home, and wondering at the connection to the land, the intensity of the days, the wonder at being in a place so familiar, so home-like, that I never want to leave. I love… Read more →

You’re my best friend, he whispered in the dark of the night, in those moments before we drifted off into compatible sleep. It was late and dark, the end to an intense weekend of doing, running, not being, and certainly not being together, and those words were all it took to melt me. Really? I whispered back. It was unpercedented, unprompted,… Read more →

Everybody in the gym was muscled and thin, eager to scale the tall walls and fly down in the belay seat. My eldest son and I were on a “date,” precious time alone at Planet Rock, one of his favorite places, and he was tenderly trying to teach me to face my fear of heights and scale the wall. I… Read more →

Cool late-summer air and overcast skies made it perfect yesterday to take the kids to Greenfield Village and stroll amongst the old-time houses, shops and playground. Eliana urged us to walk beside the pond. Shaya exclaimed over the ducks. At the far end of the field, I saw a Waltons-era barn, makeshift tent and a truck from the Depression. A cool… Read more →

Looking up at the tall pines, the clear sunlight glimmered on the pine needles, shimmering them like jewels. The sky was a vibrant crisp blue, and the water made the slightest sound as our paddles pulled through the glassy surface. My daughter exclaimed over the lily flowers along the river’s edges. The children insisted on pulling our kayaks into sandy… Read more →

It’s the same person, day after day. Some days, I wake up and see him there and love the arc of his arm slung over the pillow, his back half covered by sheet and blanket, the other half kissed by the still air of the room we share. Other days, it’s a rush and a swirl of waking up and… Read more →

He’s always the first one up, Shaya. His quiet footsteps against the wood floors signal his coming, and he shuffles to me, wherever I am downstairs, with deliberate focus, must find Mommy. Sometimes he comes with his blanket and favorite stuffed animal of the week, sometimes he comes empty-handed, always in pajamas, usually of the flannel variety. He walks up to… Read more →